Saturday, July 26, 2014
Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: My Collision with Inside Edition, Freeing the Tale...: There I was Friday, about to go to lunch, and begin a short day at work. A good friend was holding an estate sale, and there was a large bea...
Friday, July 25, 2014
2012 Collins Poetry Residency: Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: Maya...: Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: Maya Angelou, : We salute another excellent woman, Maya Angelou, and mourn her passing. I stu...
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Something on a LinkedIn Discussion group: Neuroscience of poetry Emily SkyePoet and Therapeutic Children's Story WriterTop Contributor This relates strongly to other threads here, but I thought I would separate it out. I just did a very brief search and see there are studies on the difference in our brain activity responding to poetry in comparison to prose, with poetry echoing music (at a glance - I have not read this properly). What I did not find at first glance was research on the process of writing poetry. Have any poets been wired up to see what happens in those moments of inspiration and all the many nuanced ways people here have described creating their poems? Does anyone know anything much about this? Hope it is not too appalling a thought for you - just intrigued
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
An Apologia for Countess Erzebet Bathory: From The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci; It seems ...: If man has in himself bones, the supports and armature for the flesh, the world has the rocks, the supports of the earth; if man has in h...
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Where were you for your first yard sale? When did it happen? How did you find out about it? Why did you go? What did you buy? Whom were you with? Memories are made of these! For inspiration, see the books of Mary Randolph Carter, including "American Junk and Garden Junk."
Dr. E's Doll Museum Blog: See below from a local news report; I love yard s...: See below from a local news report; I love yard sales, and find many dolls there, despite the admonition from the author of "Haunted ...
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Miss Charlotte Bronte meets Miss Barbara Pym: The Writings of Anne Boleyn: copyright 2014: Much has been written about Anne Boleyn, Henry VIII’s second queen, but almost none of these texts discuss in detail t...
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Star Spangled Banner Lyrics By Francis Scott Key 1814 Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
We've just survived a barrage of storms, and have been without power; just restored. I suffered real anxiety, an inheritance from my mom and payback, because I used to tease her about it. Terrible pressure headache, and I have to be up in an hour and one half. But, here is a bit of fun from the Borrough's Publishing Newsletter: It’s June. I’m in my office. Outside is a clear day. The sky is blue, the sun is beating down, warm and beneficent rather than oppressive, and just down the street I know there’s a park full of kids laughing and playing. A bit south there’s another park, this one on the river. Ample Hills is there, a widely acclaimed ice cream stand that sells a flavor called burnt caramel, an icy, salty, sweet confection that almost burns your tongue, refreshing and overpowering in the very same instant. Kids are hurling themselves around a gated patchwork of volcanic fountains, shrieking and giggling atop these watery eruptions, and adjacent is Swing Valley, where tots of all ages see just how high they can fly. Can they see the Hudson? The shrieks of happiness, parents and children, are everywhere. Did I mention I’m in my office? People read to escape. If you’re not finding every possible way to tantalize their senses, to provide experiences they can’t achieve themselves, you’re doing them a disservice. They say write what you know. Here’s an idea: Know more. Because the more unique and sensuous the details you provide, the better the escape. Reading your stuff will just be more fun. So, why do you read? What are your favorite summer memories connected with reading? What are your memories of storms and surviving them? Write down five things you remember about the storm, or five books that were memorable summer reads and a few notes why, and let me know by adding comments to my blog@ With your permission, I'll publish some of the results here.